After hitting the wall several times in a row, Shen Lin clearly realized that his business had encountered a rival.
This opponent is not only collecting scraps, but he also seems to have more connections than himself, so he can reach acquisition agreements with many units.
I was planning to make a fortune in my own business, but after only a few days in business, it was stopped.
Shen Lin felt a little uncomfortable and wanted to see who was stealing his business.
Finally, when he arrived at the fifth unit, the gatekeeper told him that there was already a waste collector collecting old newspapers inside, and asked him not to go in.
After hearing the news, Shen Lin didn't say much, but walked silently to a corner not far from the gate.
Sitting on the tricycle, Shen Lin quietly watched the flow of people coming in and out of the gate. In just half an hour, he saw a half-new tricycle, loaded with a load of old newspapers and magazines, slowly driving over. .
The person riding the old tricycle was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties. He was holding a cigarette in one hand and holding on to the handlebar with the other. He looked relaxed and content.
The appearance of this middle-aged man gave Shen Lin the feeling that he was not so smart and capable, but rather that he looked carefree.
Is this guy the one who stole my business?
Shen Lin looked at the newspapers in the car and knew that this person should be going to the scrap collection station. He pedaled his three-wheeled car and hurried towards the scrap collection station.
The benefits of fuel-powered tricycles were realized at this time. In just a few minutes, Shen Lin saw the door of the scrap collection station.
However, Shen Lin did not go in immediately. Instead, he parked his car not far from the scrap collection station. Then he stood under the big tree at the scrap collection station and waited quietly.
After waiting for more than ten minutes, the man came over on a tricycle. The hot weather and the car full of newspapers and books made the man's body covered in sweat.
"Second brother, this business is good. There are piles of scrap newspapers in the office building of the textile factory." After entering the gate of the scrap collection station, the man said happily towards the fat man walking towards him.
When Shen Lin entered the scrap collection station, he was thinking about what the problem was all the way. What he suspected most was the fat man.
After all, he is the only one who knows how much money he earns.
When the fat man saw the truck full of scrap newspapers, he also had a bright smile on his face. The more scrap newspapers he had, the more money he would earn.
He has a share in this.
"I say this is a good business. You have to be more diligent. The more you do, the more we will earn..."
The fat man's smile froze midway through his words. He saw Shen Lin walking in.
Although he was prepared in his heart, when he saw Shen Lin suddenly walking in, the fat man's face suddenly became ugly.
After all, stealing someone's business and being caught doing it is not something that anyone can just laugh off.
But Fatty Liu is not an ordinary person. After being stunned for a moment, he stretched out his hand towards Shen Lin with a smile and said: "Oh, Xiao Shen, why are you here at this time? Where is your car? "
Looking at Fatty Liu with a smile on his face, Shen Lin suppressed the anger in his heart.
For Fatty Liu, Shen Lin has been supporting Fatty Liu these days. Not to mention anything else, he has never been short of a pack of 50-cent cigarettes every day when they meet. But now, this man is silently... Find someone to steal his business.
What made Shen Lin most angry was not that the fat man put his hands into his exclusive business, but that the fat man not only took away his exclusive business, but also expelled him from the business.
"Brother Liu, I didn't receive anything, and I missed you very much, so I just came in to see you with nothing." Shen Lin suppressed the anger in his heart and said with a smile.
The smile on Fatty Liu's face was still bright, but he could tell that there was something in Shen Lin's words at this time. However, he didn't seem to understand the meaning of Shen Lin's words, and still said with a smile: "Oh, in business, always Are there profits and losses?”
"Xiao Shen, you are still young. Maybe you will be able to make a lot of money sometime."
Shen Lin smiled and said, "Brother Liu, I wonder what I call this person?"
The middle-aged man pushing the tricycle did not know who Shen Lin was. When he heard Shen Lin mentioning himself, he smiled and said: "I am Liu Gen's cousin!"
Fatty Liu's smile froze, but then he said: "Shen Lin, my cousin and you are both in business, you must take care of each other in the future!"
"Of course, I also want to ask Brother Liu to take care of me. I think it would be good for two people to do such a big business."
Shen Lin's expression did not change. As he spoke, he looked at Fatty Liu.
The arrogant middle-aged man didn't understand what Shen Lin was talking about, but Fatty Liu knew what Shen Lin meant.
Fatty Liu was not prepared to give in to Shen Lin's compromise. After all, there were only so many office buildings, and he had already said hello through his connections. From now on, his cousin would collect everything in these places.
In this way, he would have an income of seven or eight yuan every day without doing anything. If he gave it to Shen Lin, it would be too painful.
"Haha, Shen Lin, you are still young, why hang yourself on a tree? My brother thinks that you will definitely be able to do great things in other aspects in the future." Fatty Liu stretched out his fat palm and Shen Lin patted him on the shoulder.
That way, full of confidence and complacency.
Shen Lin looked at the smiling Fatty Liu and knew that this man felt that he was destined to be defeated, so at this time, he did not leave any room at all.
Giving up the business of collecting scrap newspapers was not a big deal for Shen Lin. If Fatty Liu agreed to split the money equally, he might quit voluntarily within a few days.
But now, Fatty Liu's attitude of convincing him made him feel extremely angry in his heart.
"Brother Liu, are you really sure that you won't leave without giving your brother a way?" Shen Lin smiled, not angry at all.
Fatty Liu patted his belly and said, "Brother, I'm not telling you, why are you so stubborn?"
"Didn't I say it? There are many roads, so you can find other ways to go."
Shen Lin knew that at this time, it was meaningless to say anything. Fatty Liu was determined to eat alone.
"In that case, Brother Liu, I will leave first."
The words of Shen Lin and Fatty Liu made the middle-aged man feel a little dizzy. After Shen Lin left, he said to Fatty Liu: "Second brother, what was that doll doing just now? Why can't I hear it?" Come out, what do you mean?"
"What do you think of the business of collecting scrap newspapers?" Fatty Liu asked calmly.
"Very good!" The middle-aged man rubbed his hands and said, "You can earn ten yuan a day without tiredness. Is there no place to find this kind of business?"
"Haha, I think it's pretty good too." Fatty Liu pointed forward as he spoke: "Just a few days ago, this business was the sole business of that boy Shen Lin."
The angry middle-aged man reacted immediately.
He looked towards Fatty Liu with some worry: "Brother, will he take revenge on us?"
"Don't worry, he can't make any waves." Fatty Liu said with a confident smile: "What can a little bastard who doesn't even have a job do?"
The angry middle-aged man immediately complimented Fatty Liu: "That's right, even if he is not convinced, he can only endure it in front of you, brother."
"Okay, don't say these are useless, hurry up and put the things in the car on the scale, and hurry up and go to the next store to collect scrap newspapers. It's serious."
Ten minutes later, the angry middle-aged man walked out of the finance room with a thick stack of bills in his hand.
Looking at the money in the middle-aged man's hand, Fatty Liu gently placed his hand on his fat belly.
Although all the money was in the hands of the middle-aged man, the money was half of his. He gently stroked his belly with his hand, and a feeling that everything was under his control arose in his heart.
